Robert Horton Poet Rhyme

Christmas Spare

Christmas Spare 

Beg your pardon sir
for knockin' on your door, 

I saw you in the chapel 
Praying for the poor, 

'Ere! Spare a penny 
For a lad what is starved,

I've seen you wiv a goose, 
Roast and neatly carved, 

Wat? You 'ave no spare? 
Not even a bit of fat?

You fed wat you didn't eat 
To the ferret and the cat? 

I 'ave nuffin' for me dinner 
Nor an angel on top of tree, 

Go on sir, 'ave your Christmas, 
It's not for the likes of me.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment